THE FINAL ROUND
So often, these Masters Sunday showdowns are a collision between glory and gore. We watch with one eye opened wide with amazement, the other half-shut to avoid the bloodletting.
And so the accounts are pressed into the Masters scrapbook with both winner and tragic foil sharing the page. Every Nicklaus must have a Norman, every Faldo a Hoch, every Schwartzel and McIlroy.